"I spoke to Elva yesterday about the approximate width of the wards, and how much of the pieces we'll need in relation." Ruli mentioned, glancing at the healer. "We need about one totem per ten feet, so thats ... " He started to trail off and mumble before her heard Daryll. "Hang on, I think my use of the word bomb is too literal. I don't mean fire and explosives... its more —" He broke off to shoot some rapid elvish at Ysaryn who pursed her lips. After a pause, she answered back, and Ruli nodded. "Light bomb."
"Break, light, nothing." Ysaryn echoed. 
"Just to replicate Kire's portals. Those don't start fires." Ruli pointed out. As for whether or not the palace would survive, he went quiet, thinking. "Let me work with Daryll, I'll try my best to make sure the ground doesn't cave, or your home isn't destroyed. Give he and I a few hours, with Gavin, and we'll test a few things."

As the conversation moved on to Kire remaining away from the middle of battle, Ysaryn opened her mouth and inhaled, and Ruli shot her a silencing look immediately. He knew without hesitation that the elf was about to announce that Kire shouldn't hide, and that dying in battle for her throne would be honourable, but now was not the time for that. 
Ysaryn paused, then cleared her throat. "You are not allowed to die here, Kirai." Ruli's expression softened, and he looked back down to the map. "Envy forbade. Let us do our jobs."